It's only words

It started off as a good day. In fact, I have been looking forward to today as we were supposed to go out shopping.

It’s been awhile since we’ve taken time off our hectic schedules to actually spent time with each other. He spends a hell lot of his free time with his friends and I don’t complain because being the workaholic that I am, mine are more often than not used up in the office.

I always tell my friends that we were meant for each other that way. Although sometimes I do wish that we can see more of each other but I seldom complain because he doesn’t. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, they say.

What a load of crap.

He said that he’ll come around at 3 pm but it wasn't until almost 4 that he arrived, typical Malaysian-style. I didn’t mind because I wasn’t in a hurry to go anywhere anyway. Hell, it's a Sunday, isn't it?

Things turned ugly when we got into the car. Whilst we were stopping at the traffic light, he asked me to get something out of the glove compartment for him. As I was putting his ties back in afterwards, he screamed at me in a thunderous voice – all for not putting them away in a proper and neat manner. God, I swear the people in the car next to ours could hear him.

Even if I have done wrong, I didn’t see how shouting at me at the top of his lungs would help me be a better person. I am neither a three-year-old nor a puppy that is learning how to differentiate what is right and what is wrong by the tone of its owner’s voice.

By the way, the last time I checked, I still belong to me.

Until today, I still don't see the point of trying to make amends when the damage is already done.

I am sitting here, now, wondering if this person is also going to behave in the same, exact demeanor in the company of our kids someday.

“Words are like spears: once they leave your lips they can never come back.” – Folklore Benin